Perhaps It's The Weather . . Or Not

I went more than a little nuts today. It started last night and escalated until I was pretty much a blubbering basketcase, with no way of pulling myself out of the rut. Unfortunately, with my unbalanced state of mind, I was also ill. That didn't help. And I was supposed to watch my lovely grandkiddos. But I was physically sick, and mentally sick and THEN, a bright star on the horizon. I was pulled from the brink by a wonderful woman who is also my daughter and friend. She rode to the rescue, listened to the blubbering, gave thoughtful suggestions, comments, and good ideas. She pulled me back from the edge, made me proactive, and helped me format a "cure" for my tumbling thoughts. And at the end of the day I can truly say that whatever happens, I can handle it - there really was no bad, just changes, and change is something I can live with. Thanks kiddo for the rescue, I promise to be a responsible adult for the rest of time. Perhaps it really was the weather, or not.

Do not by rugs in Spokane

I went looking at rugs at the hubbys request - mostly shopping for information. What a horrifying experience. There is a rug vendor on 2nd Ave who is the most arrogant, SOG that I have ever had the displeasure to meet. He was unhelpful, snotty, and a total jerk. I was nice, but I should have been ignorant. Of course two wrongs don't make a right, but I would have felt better when I left his store. I will never darken his doorstep again, and neither should you. If you feel inclined to know who he is, you may ask. I'm not shy about telling.

I mentioned my "pleasant experience" to my neighbor this morning and she had a similar experience when dropping off a rug to be cleaned. She said a girl in the shop "tossed my rug into a pile on the floor. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that."

Courtesy counts for something and if this shop wants to stay in business I would think they need to learn the meaning of the word. THE END

AARGH

I've been trying to access this blog for the last 10 minutes. . . Apparantly I can't remember my password NOT, and if I reset it to the same thing it lets me in. How do you deal with this insanity? I may have to quit blogging.

What If It Was For Me?

Late yesterday afternoon as I was playing the piano, I heard a big vehicle coming up our street. Turns out it was a limo! The driver went past the house, into the intersection, then made a three point turn and headed slowly back past my windows. The front passenger was obviously looking for a house number and for a moment I thought "what if it is for me?". Then the thought hit that who would be sending a limo for me? Dad? Why would he send one, he's not even in this country. So the fantasy passed but it made me wonder. . . who was that big car for, where were they going, who sent it to them. . . Fun thoughts to entertain when you're by yourself, alone.

I was going through my desk trying to find something and came across a folder of OLD funnies from the last 15(?) years of e-mail. Some of it was soooo funny that I had to post it:

Things we wish our dogs would try and remember:

1. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's undies when he's on the toilet

2. The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff

3. I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it

4. "Kitty Roca" is not a food group

5. I will not roll on dead birds, worms, etc

6. The sofa is not a face towel, neither is Mom's lap

7. I will not steal sandwiches off the counter while they are being made

8. I will not steal bowls of cereal

9. I will not eat gardening gloves and then redeposit them in the yard after processing

10. I will not sleep on the couch

11. I will not get on the bed uninvited

12. I will not eat lawn furniture, hot tub tops, hot pads, watering cans or wind chimes

13. My head does not belong in the fridge

14. I will not bark in the car

And so it goes, and so it goes, and I'm the only one who knows. . .

You get the picture.

Just a thought

When I read blogs about families, or from people with children, I can't help but think: Whose side are you preparing you children to fight with? The final battle is going on, and there will be no fence sitters, with which side will you stand? Don't think it's real? Read the papers, watch the news, open you eyes - we know who the winner will be, it's the test that counts.

Maybe We Could Just Be Nice?

In the past couple of weeks I have had to wait in line at the post office three different times. I usually use the automated kiosk in the lobby, but these were international packages, and you have to have the clerk do his thing with the customs declaration. All three times I had to wait, I was at least number 15 in line. At first there were two clerks, then just one, waiting on all those people. Two of the times I was there, people have become irate about having to wait. Granted, it is not a real exciting place to be, and you really don't want to get into a big discussion with a stranger, BUT come on people - we are all in the same boat and making rude comments about the clerk, the service, the government in general, etc., etc., does NOT help the wait go any faster. It just makes you look (sound) like an idiot.
The first time I had to wait, a woman started ranting about how she had a meeting she had to get to at 3p.m., it was about 12:30 p.m. at the time. People tried to ignore her, but she escalated and was starting to get histerical. She let everyone know in a loud voice how she had to get home to let her bulldogs out for a potty break, get some lunch and get back to work. "What is wrong with these people" she kept saying. . .isn't there someone else back there who could help ME?!? The clerk explained that all the people were working, but that didn't stop this woman. She ranted and raved and then it was her turn. She was there to pick up a certified letter, and the old guy clerk made a big show of looking through the front cubbys, then said maybe it was in the back. HA He took about 8 minutes looking around or having a coffee break, but in general giving some payback. What a hoot! When he finally came back out, he looked in the cubby again and amazingly - FOUND HER LETTER. As she was leaving, not in the least repentant, several people commented that maybe she should have been nice, it might have cut down her wait.
Today, same type of situation. But this time two older men (older enough to know better), got mouthy. The clerk was by herself, and everybody needed something. These men got louder and louder so a supervisor came to see what was going on. They started on him! He shook his head and went back to his job. Eventually the same old guy clerk from above, came on shift. The line had been moving, but these old guys just kept up the derogotory comments. Finally they had their turn and moved on. I thanked the clerk for his patience and calm in the midst of annoying people. He said it was just part of the job. After witnessing these displays I can totally
understand "going postal".